his life like a footman.  After him it goes to his chief wench and bastard.  Lord Treasurer and Lord Chamberlain are executors of this hopeful will.  I loved the man, and detest his memory.  We hear nothing of peace yet:  I believe verily the Dutch are so wilful, because they are told the Queen cannot live.  I had poor MD’s letter, N.3,[7] at Windsor:  but I could not answer it then; poor Pdfr was vely kick[8] then:  and, besides, it was a very inconvenient place to send letters from.  Oo thought to come home the same day, and stayed a month:  that was a sign the place was agreeable.[9] I should love such a sort of jaunt.  Is that lad Swanton[10] a little more fixed than he used to be?  I think you like the girl very well.  She has left off her grave airs, I suppose.  I am now told Lord Godolphin was buried last night.—­O poo Ppt! lay down oo head aden, fais I. . . ; I always reckon if oo are ill I shall hear it, and therefore hen oo are silent I reckon all is well.[11] I believe I ’scaped the new fever[12] for the same reason that Ppt did, because I am not well; but why should DD ’scape it, pray?  She is melthigal, oo know, and ought to have the fever; but I hope it is now too late, and she won’t have it at all.  Some physicians here talk very melancholy, and think it foreruns the plague, which is actually at Hamburg.  I hoped Ppt would have done with her illness; but I think we both have that faculty never to part with a disorder for ever; we are very constant.  I have had my giddiness twenty-three years by fits.  Will Mrs. Raymond never have done lying-in?  He intends to leave beggars enough; for I daresay he has squandered away the best part of his fortune already, and is not out of debt.  I had a letter from him lately.

Oct. 11.  Lord Treasurer sent for me yesterday and the day before to sit with him, because he is not yet quite well enough to go abroad; and I could not finish my letter.  How the deuce come I to be so exact in me money?  Just seventeen shillings and eightpence more than due; I believe you cheat me.  If Hawkshaw does not pay the interest I will have the principal; pray speak to Parvisol and have his advice what I should do about it.  Service to Mrs. Stoyte and Catherine and Mrs. Walls.  Ppt makes a petition with many apologies.  John Danvers, you know, is Lady Giffard’s friend.  The rest I never heard of.  I tell you what, as things are at present, I cannot possibly speak to Lord Treasurer for anybody.  I need tell you no more.  Something or nothing will be done in my own affairs:  if the former, I will be a solicitor for your sister;[13] if the latter, I have done with Courts for ever.  Opportunities will often fall in my way, if I am used well, and I will then make it my business.  It is my delight to do good offices for people who want and deserve, and a tenfold delight to do it to a relation of Ppt, whose affairs she has so at heart.[14] I have taken down his name and his